In February of 2009 I arrived to the preschool 30 minutes early for "sign-up day" just in case it was the kind of thing where there would be hoards of parents battling for a spot much like they used to do when Cabbage Patch Kids first came out. And yet it wasn't because I desperately wanted Eli and Evie to go to preschool; I just wanted them to have the option to go if I felt they were ready in the upcoming September.
I strutted proudly back to my car knowing that they were Numbers 1 and 2. That meant that they would be going to preschool if over the next several months they showed signs of readiness. I felt like the good mom who is on top of it--going to slightly extreme measures to give them positive opportunities in life.
When September came, we went for it. I had everything I needed to feel comfortable--it was a co-op preschool, so I would be helping out a lot. I had a strong recommendation from a good friend who has good kids. And another mom had told me that she had four children, two who went to the well-reputed Montessori and two who went here, and she preferred it "hands down."
To make a long story short, we are in week two of preschool, and it is AWESOME. Evelyn is totally digging having girls to play with. Every day she is on the tire swing with three of her girlfriends giggling to beat the band. Eli sits next to the teacher for "circle time" ready to fill here intended pauses with the answers. And every day that I have come to get them they are playing happily, and separately.
This was always my hope with twins. That they would be close, but not dependent on each other. That they would grow independently and thrive because of their bond, and individually as well. I am seeing it happen.
There was no crying at the drop off. There was no being overwhelmed by all the kids. There was no crazy behavior after it started. I am happy to say....it is ALL good. And I haven't even mentioned the fact that I have some time to get things done 3 times a week!
I strutted proudly back to my car knowing that they were Numbers 1 and 2. That meant that they would be going to preschool if over the next several months they showed signs of readiness. I felt like the good mom who is on top of it--going to slightly extreme measures to give them positive opportunities in life.
When September came, we went for it. I had everything I needed to feel comfortable--it was a co-op preschool, so I would be helping out a lot. I had a strong recommendation from a good friend who has good kids. And another mom had told me that she had four children, two who went to the well-reputed Montessori and two who went here, and she preferred it "hands down."
To make a long story short, we are in week two of preschool, and it is AWESOME. Evelyn is totally digging having girls to play with. Every day she is on the tire swing with three of her girlfriends giggling to beat the band. Eli sits next to the teacher for "circle time" ready to fill here intended pauses with the answers. And every day that I have come to get them they are playing happily, and separately.
This was always my hope with twins. That they would be close, but not dependent on each other. That they would grow independently and thrive because of their bond, and individually as well. I am seeing it happen.
There was no crying at the drop off. There was no being overwhelmed by all the kids. There was no crazy behavior after it started. I am happy to say....it is ALL good. And I haven't even mentioned the fact that I have some time to get things done 3 times a week!
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